Rate this story I came home terribly late one Friday whilst Mother was away visiting and old friend for the weekend. I was prepared to face the inevitable tongue lashing from Stepfather, although I wasn’t overly concerned. However, it so happened that he had been visiting the local pub and was visibly fuming as I entered the house. He chastised me severely, and as he ranted and raved, his anger seemed to know no bounds. I stood the abuse for as long as I thought reasonable. “I think you made your point,” I said curtly, and started walking away. “Just...
